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nergy surging through me. A terrible
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. A second later,
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ame at the top, and the brutal finality of the "Call Ended" notification. M
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my descent into madness. Dante
ied to talk to me just sho
die down, replaced by a heavy, ominous stillness. I didn't n
ons were a bizarre piece of performance art in the middle
owed 98 attempt
eath and pressed the green i
mmediately disconnecte
ring, the lin
mouth to speak, but my throat
ackle of static. Then, a voice. Colder than
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